She was crooked, and squinted; my lady, to do her justice, was straight, and looked the same way with her i's.

She was dark, and my lady was fair--sentimental, as her ladyship was cold.

My lady was never in a passion--Miss Matilda always; and awfille were the scenes which used to pass between these 2 women, and the wickid, wickid quarls which took place.

Why did they live together?
There was the mistry.

Not related, and hating each other like pison, it would surely have been easier to remain seprat, and so have detested each other at a distans.
As for the fortune which old Sir George had left, that, it was clear, was very considrabble--300 thousand lb.